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Chapter 199: The Stepdaughter V
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Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 201: The StepDaughter
At the top step, he paused, his hand still wrapped around mine. He looked back at me, giving the moment one final chance to become a mistake.I stepped closer and pressed myself against him so he could feel how hard my nipples were, how ready I was.The bedroom door shut behind us.He didn’t waste time.Richard pushed me back against the door and kissed me hard, one hand already under my dress, sliding up the bare skin of my thigh until he found that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His fingers slid through the thick wetness between my legs and he made a low, rough sound against my mouth.“No underwear,” he muttered. “You’ve been walking around the house like this. Showing me your cunt without saying a word. Dripping for your stepfather.”“Yes.”He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch made me gasp. He fucked them into me in slow, deliberate strokes while his thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight, filthy circles.“You’re soaked,” he said. “How long hav
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 200: The Stepdaughter VI
“I think you’re tired of pretending you don’t want to be provoked.” I held his gaze and let the rest of it spill out, filthy and honest, the words I had been turning over in my head for weeks. “I think you want to bend me over and fuck your stepdaughter’s cunt until she can’t walk straight. I think you want to hold me down and make me take every inch while I beg. I think you want to come inside me so deep I feel it in my stomach, and then make me walk around this house with it dripping down my legs so I remember exactly who put it there. I think you’ve imagined it for years and you’re done pretending you haven’t.”Something changed in his face.The careful mask he had worn for twelve years cracked. What showed underneath was darker. Hungrier. More dangerous. The man who had signed permission slips and fixed broken shelves was still there, but something older and far less civilized had stepped forward.He reached down and took my hand. His grip was firm, not painful, and entirely delib
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 199: The Stepdaughter V
The breaking point came on a Friday at the end of the fourth week.Rain streaked the windows in long, silver lines. The house smelled of rosemary from the chicken Richard had roasted earlier, the sharp edge of whiskey, and the wet earth outside. Thunder muttered somewhere far off, low and continuous. My mother had called that afternoon to say the project in Singapore might keep her away longer than planned.“Another month,” she had said, her voice bright and distant through the speaker. “Can you manage?”I had looked across the room at Richard.He was watching me listen. His expression gave nothing away, but his eyes stayed on my face the entire time, steady and dark, the way they had been staying on me more and more often these past weeks. I felt that look like a hand between my legs.“We’ll manage,” I told her.When the call ended, the silence in the house felt different. Heavier. Charged. The kind of silence that waited for someone to break it.I went upstairs and stood in front of
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 198: The Stepdaughter
For a long moment he just looked at me. The restraint in him was visible now—in the set of his shoulders, the controlled rise and fall of his chest, the way he seemed to be holding himself in place by force of will alone.“You should go upstairs,” he said.“Make me.”The words hung between us.I watched him fight himself. I watched the war happen behind his eyes—the part of him that had spent twelve years being careful slamming against the part that wanted to drag me across the island and take everything I was offering. My cunt throbbed in time with my pulse. I was so wet I could feel it slicking the insides of my thighs.He straightened slowly.“Go upstairs, Maya.”This time his voice was quieter. Rougher. Like the words cost him something.I stayed where I was for another few seconds, letting him see that I wasn’t afraid of the silence, or of him, or of what was building between us. Then I slid off the stool. The movement made my shirt shift against my nipples again. I felt his eyes
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 197: The Stepdaughter III
“Like what?”I met his eyes. “Like you’re trying not to. Like you’re thinking about bending me over this counter and fucking your stepdaughter’s cunt until she can’t walk.”For a long time, he said nothing.The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. I could hear the low hum of the refrigerator, the soft tick of the clock on the wall, the sound of my own pulse in my ears. Richard stood on the other side of the island, perfectly still, the wine bottle still in his hand. His jaw was tight. The muscle there flexed once. I watched it and felt my cunt give a slow, greedy pulse.I didn’t look away. I wanted him to see exactly what I was offering. I wanted him to see that I wasn’t playing anymore—that the careful, teasing version of me had burned off and left something hungrier underneath.Then he reached for the bottle of wine and filled my glass. The red liquid climbed the sides in a slow, controlled pour. He set the bottle down with a quiet click.“Drink your dinner,” he said.I wr
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 196: The Stepdaughter II
The next morning, he left a cup of coffee outside my bedroom door.No note.No explanation.I drank it anyway, still sticky between my legs from the night before.After that, the game became easier—and dirtier.I sat at the kitchen island while he cooked, crossing and uncrossing my legs beneath the counter, knowing the shorts I wore rode up high enough that if he glanced down he might see I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I asked him questions I already knew the answers to just to make him look at me. I began choosing the seat beside him in the living room instead of the one across from him, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body and imagine what it would feel like if he simply reached over and put his hand between my legs.He responded in ways that would have been invisible to anyone else.His hand at the small of my back when he passed behind me—warm, lingering a second too long, his fingers spreading slightly like he wanted to slide them lower and cup my ass. The
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Then his mouth was on my breast and I stopped thinking entirely.His tongue swirled around my hard nipple before he sucked it deep into his hot mouth, sucking hard and greedy.I cried out, back arching sharply as pleasure shot straight to my clit.He groaned against my tit, the vibration making my
